We stand a professional distance apart, as if I canโt feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint soundโthat of glass breakingโuntil they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
Ann AguirreFor I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.
Ann AguirreIs that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who donโt know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. Iโm afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.
Ann AguirreHeโs worth fighting for, but I wonโt change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.
Ann AguirreYou can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you. yet I didn't want to be without him either, so I didn't chide him for the statement.
Ann Aguirre